Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.
Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

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5 Comments

  1. ANgelarific says:

    this poem is great i really liked it 😀 im using it for my school project

  2. September says:

    This poem is one of the best that I have ever read and I love it so much. It just make my tears water up.

  3. Jenna says:

    I can tell she likes the theater and nature!!

  4. jennifer says:

    it’s great!

  5. Jay Dee says:

    This poem speaks to the soul!!

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